“So, the dishes I made the other day were sweet?” exclaimed Xyla in disbelief.

If that was true, that would mean that everything she cooked had been inedible.

“Yeah,” replied Stanley softly. That sweet dinner had left a deep impression on him.

“It wasn’t edible at all, was it? I’m sorry.”

“It was delicious,” Stanley answered casually.

“How could it be delicious? I used sugar instead of salt!”

Although Xyla had never eaten dishes that only tasted sweet, she could imagine just how disgusting it tasted.

“I like sweet things,” he said.

Xyla felt warm inside. While Five Batton looked apathetic on the outside, he was quite a warm person on the inside. He knew how to comfort and care for others.

“Alright, stop saying things you don’t mean. Be honest, you tossed away all the dishes that day, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t,” he answered.

Xyla was stunned. “Did… did you finish them?” she probed.

“Yeah.”

Xyla immediately gave him a big thumbs up. “Amazing.”

Pointing his chiseled